The Dead Deads

The Dead Deads

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
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Nashville Rock 'n' Rollers

Biography

The Dead Deads are comprised of two pairs of best friends who came together for a girls' jam night that turned into much more.  Audiences may be curious as they see four girls with X's painted over their eyes appear on stage, but once the wall of sound washes over them, they are transfixed and spirited away into the dark and magical world of The Dead Deads.

Heads bang as metal and grunge riffs are beaten into submission by relentless, often bombastic rhythms.  Sugary harmonies, brutal growls and finely crafted wordplay force unexpected stops and odd time signatures into undeniable hooks creating a new brand of drum-driven rock--brutal, silly and sublime.  The Dead Deads explore sounds from 90's bands like The Pixies and Pavement as well as modern alternative bands like Jimmy Eat World and Weezer, all while keeping their grunge/punk rock roots. The girls name Nirvana, Failure, Silverchair, NOFX, Black Sabbath, Helmet, They Might Be Giants, Beck and The Melvins in amongst their hugely diverse list of influences.

Since their unassuming beginnnings as a "for fun" band in 2014, they became much more almost over night.  In December 2014 they wrapped their first national tour with Halestorm, which they scored simply by Lzzy Hale seeing them live.  Their debut full-length record "Rainbeau" produced by Brian Carter at Paradox and mixed by Matt Mahaffey/sElf was recorded live to tape in three days and released in November to rave reviews calling the album, "the weirdest wonderland of accessible punk and rock you've heard in awhile," and "one of the better albums of the year." "Rainbeau" went on to win a Best Rock Album in the Nashville Music Awards.

Named by The Nashville Scene as a band to watch in 2015, the band continued to grow: They christened the new Nashville venue, Basement East, played a live on-air gig for WRLT at legendary listening room 3rd & Lindsley, broke crowd number records at Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga, played a sold-out hometown show with Evanescence on their triumphant return, and partied down on Motorhead's Motorboat cruise with the likes of Motorhead, Slayer, Anthrax, Suicidal Tendencies, Huntress, and Crobot.  

In 2016, the band continued their winning streak, playing the ShipRocked cruise with 5-Finger Death Punch, Seether, Halestorm, and Helmet where they quickly became fan favorites. The Dead Deads also participated in the all-star band The Stowaways with members of All That Remains, Halestorm, Halo Method, P.O.D., Nonpoint, Guns 'n' Roses, Megadeth, Art of Dying and many more.  Page Hamilton, of Helmet, thought the girls were "awesome," and offered to produce their next record.  "For Your Obliteration" was released in the fall of 2016 just after the girls finished a national tour with Bush and Chevelle.  They briefly went home to Nashville to release it to a sold-out crowd, and then finished 2016 on the road, doing their first Canadian run, and putting 7000 miles on their van as direct support for Bush.  

2017 got off to a crazy start with another trip on ShipRocked, direct support for Nonpoint, and a run with Alter Bridge.  Currently, The Dead Deads are in the studio again, working on their third studio album.  Fans can expect a single to be pre-released this summer.

Lyrics

Nope

Written By: The Dead Deads

boring into the open wound
born in ignorance born too soon
shallow breath of the ancient moon
the tide is pulling you

90 days and he cannot die
is there a god or a reason why
heed instructions to sanctify
in your head you hear the lie

god is under
god is over
god is under
god is over you

Your God is over you.

childish fingers that grasp for fate
who decides if she’s three weeks late
is there a god that would make her pay
it's the darkening of an age

spoke the model and votes ensued
cannibals to the bone of truth
our salvation is on your noose
and your god is on the news

god is under
god is over
god is under
god is over you
Your god is over you!

No. On. One.
No. On. One.

god is under
god is over
god is the firmament
god is you.
the deity.
the truth.
the dignity.

Rainbeau

Written By: The Dead Deads

Like a whisper of dophins
In a crystalline ocean
Dancing deep in a dollhead
That's how it feels in your bed

Like a wand to a wizard
Like two swans in a blizzard
Like the wings of an eagle
You are the Charles to my beagle.

You're my rainbeau, You're my rose.
I love you.
I love you.
Love you.

Organ P

Written By: The Dead Deads

It's not a vision, its a mediocre thought.
It's not a collision, its just headlights in the fog.
Put put put your faith...put your faith in the fleas.
Blood blood...suck my blood...let it run down your cheeks
and give me that...
Organ P (all I need today)
Organ P (all I need today)
Can't get a reaction so I'm throwing hand grenades.
This isn't attraction. Let me show you to your grave.
Put put put your faith...put your faith in machines.
Blood blood...suck my blood...wipe it off on the sheets
and give me that...
Organ P (all I need today)
Organ P (all I need today)

The Glow

Written By: The Dead Deads

Methodically
They came to me
The kind that like to jump ahead
To go beyond
What's come and gone
Find what's at the rainbow's end

Pot of gold...Full of souls...and it begins to glow
You should know...that the glow...takes control...
and its beyond the world you know.

I couldn't breathe
I couldn't leave
So I jumped inside of them
A little frail
I hopped the rail
In two dimensions I began
To unfold, to take control
Or submit to everything
Faithfully, I wait and see
If I am becoming dreams

[weird journey of dimensional sounds][seahorse]

You're gonna have to leave me alone right now!

Lemonade

Written By: The Dead Deads

I've got a broken heart
I don't know where to start
It all keeps crumbling down
You gave me a lemon tree
Now I'm swinging in the breeze
Hanging from your bough

Lemonade...Lemonade...Gotta do something with this pain.

I'm not pissing in the wind
If I kiss that face again
May lightning strike me dead
But I'd just come back to life
End up your zombie wife
Drinking that sweet and sour spit
It goes on and on...it NEVER ENDS!

Lemonade...Lemonade...Gotta do something with this pain.

It's just so awful sweet
I take it to the teeth
and let it rot my brain
And every time we meet
you sing that melody
I hear that sweet sad sick refrain
and I'm climbing up your tree again

Lemonade...Lemonade...Gotta do something with this pain.

Sour Blooms

Written By: The Dead Deads

Voices from the memories call to you
My friends inside my closet tell the truth

The avenue...the avenue close behind
They follow you...they follow you.
Not your kind
Its coming true...its coming true
The dream that I had last night
Inside of you, they rendezvous
Out of my mind

Storm of mud
From the sky into the seas
Born of blood
What to make of all these things?
When the mountains overturn
Clinging to the trees in flight
When you see the forest burn
Sour blooms the night.

The disarray...the disarray clean and bright
It swallows you...it swallows you in pure white
Its coming true...its coming true
The dream that I had last night
The fallen lands...the idle hands
The end in sight
Storm of mud
From the sky into the seas
Born of blood
What to make of all these things?
When the mountains overturn
Clinging to the trees in flight
When you see the forest burn
Sour blooms the night.

All of you...I want not some, not part, but all of you
To hear the message that is bleeding through
The static version of your life. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

The avenue...the avenue close behind
They follow you...they follow you
Not your kind
Its coming true...its coming true
The dream that I had last night
I thought of you...I thought of you
Our last goodnight

Pyre Rats

Written By: The Dead Deads

Am I floating in the Indian Ocean with you or are we diving in the Artic, C'MON!!

Cast off...sail away!
Taking my treasures to a distant bay.
I got your money money right here...MONEY!
Pirates at my rear
Skies are clear

I gotta hundred ways to set you free
I gotta hundred ways of stackin' g's
You gotta hundred things to say to me
Save it please I'm sailin' seas
Cast off with my girls as I flex
Doomy Dead Rainbeau manifest
Good sex, what's next? Assets lookin' sunny...
Just gimme that MONEY!

Astronaut

Written By: The Dead Deads

All the stars I love are dead
I like that. I doesn't really mess with my head
But in a dream you came to me
You were riding on the light years
In death you claim an enemy
The twisted, blistered world

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I'm just my thoughts
And you're no astronaut

Gravity's a kiss in shock
I like that, but it can pin you to a faulty rock
Somewhere beyond the perfect sky
I was riding on the lightyears
Searching for a star that died
It's you...it's you...IT'S YOU!!!

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I'm just my thoughts
And you're no astronaut

I can see you fall
I can see you riding on the light years

How can I fault
A pale blue dot?
I'm just my thoughts
And you're no astronaut

Weedo

Written By: The Dead Deads

Sometimes survey the southern soil and all I see are some stupid people that should cease to be
Cant let that get to me...I smile through my disdain and I dream of a place where there is no pain
Where we have all the weed that we need and no one's ever crying
We have all the weed that we need and the sun is always shining

California...I wanna go
California...Ohhhhh
Colorado...way to go!
Colorado...Ohhhhh
In the sun and snow
Where they toke and toke
Let's go! Let's go!

We've got our guns, our racist meth-addicted kids, one big reality show of southern christians
This cure for boredom, cure for poverty, cure for pain...I just can't see any reason to refrain

If we had all the weed that we need there would be no more crying
We had all the weed that we need...the sun is always shining.

Go!

We got the weedo that we needo...we got the weedo weedo weedo!

Radio

Written By: The Dead Deads

Hey when you go away, go away son
It makes me so sad...so fucking sad
I turn off all the lights in the day, son
And cry 'til you come back.

The radio--it tells me so.
It makes me spin around a round sun.
The radio--it lets me know
You'll always be around cuz you're so loud.

Hey when you're getting grass on the hems, son
I think about the girls...those fucking girls
Tune into your FM, spread the maps some
and make love to the world.

ooh la la...my rotation
ooh la la...tune into your station

The radio--it tells me so.
It makes me spin around a round sun.
The radio--it lets me know
You'll always be around cuz you're so loud.

The Lonely Sound

Written By: The Dead Deads

I'm alone now
And I'm just hiding out
From the freaks around town
Maybe I should go out
Get a drink and dance
Maybe I'll make a new friend
I hate it either way
The nightmare never ends

I feel safe right now...
from the lonely sound

I'm in hell now
Where no on drinks alone
I'm doing well now
I think this could be home.
I'll hang with Lucifer
He's my new best friend
Please give the news to her.
I found my happy end.

I feel safe right now...
From the lonely sound.

dance Dance DANCE!!

True Love

Written By: The Dead Deads

It's coming up. It's coming up. It's coming around again.
You screw it up. You screw it up. You get to start again.
It's true love. It's true love. It never has to end.

Darkness falls. Darkness falls on a tiny spark in a lonely heart.
You're the gentle wind. I'm the leaves that spin. I'm the embers on the forest floor.
You stir me and I count the ways I loved you before...
...ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

It's coming up. It's coming up. It's coming around again.
You screw it up. You screw it up. You get to start again.
It's true love. It's true love. It never has to end.

Years away. Years away and still I hear your song. I always sing along.
Melodies. Melodies carry on an ocean breeze.
They fill your sails, return you to me.

Seconds, hours, minutes days
Oh my god, I'm lost in outerspace.
Oh my GOD!

Oh my god. Oh my god, please be my little baby doll. Once and for all.
Make believe. Make believe. Captain my time machine.
And we can set a course...we can set a course...we can set a course for all of our dreams.

Love.
True Love.

Goldilocks

Written By: The Dead Deads

This one's too close
That one's too far
But when it's just right
I can be their star
And so it goes
With these so and so's
They sputter and spin
To stay in
My goldilocks zone

How can it be
These stones I keep
Fell in so perfectly
To watch me sleep?
And when I wake
These stones I'll shake
Their trembling empires
Crumble beneath my gaze

I am the sun
My reign is done
Dissolve and let go let go let go
I am the....ONE

This one's too close
That one's too far
Dissolve and let go

Vending Machine Gun

Written By: The Dead Deads

Vending Machine Gun

born a witness
to weakness
the endless
blood and tetanus
the sickness
the violent
toxic bullets

damned but not alone
hold your steel to keep your soul
buried with your foes
the lights are on, but no one’s home

cold and callus
with malice
the phallus
cocked and careless
scare kids
to spare this
limp dick
bullshit

when is the end
cold men hold hands
when is the ending
guns in the vending

Discography

"Rainbeau" Full Length Album
Released October 2014 Tishimon Records

"For Brooke" 7" Single
Released November 2014 Tishimon Records

"The Dead Deads" EP
Released April 2014 Tishimon Records